Paradise / by Andy Stallings

The value of tolerance for

paradise varies depending on

the tolerance, the paradise.

That was a dusty road,

though freshly planted

with crops along each side.

The flat rock denotes childish

anticipation, the jewel-filled

rock is for flight. What do

you mean, diminished. How

one “navigates the blemishes”

of others is what makes one

human, and in this sense at

least, a human is a stylus.

Rhythm, however, floods

through meaning, mostly. A

real effort to see the sun has

not relieved the weight of

beauty even a little.





Andy Stallings lives, teaches, and coaches cross country running at Deerfield Academy in Western Massachusetts. His first book of poems, To the Heart of the World, came out with Rescue Press in 2014, and other poems from Paradise can be found around the internet.